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THE EARL o? ESSEX (Mr. Henry A. Lytton.) 
SIR WALTER RALEIGH (Mr. Robert Evett) 

WALTER WILKINS, a Player in Shakespeare's 
Company (Mr. Walter Passmore) 

SILAS SIMKINS, another Player (Mr. Mark 

BIG BEN (Mr. R. Crompton) 

THE QUEEN'S FOOL (Mr. George Mudie, Jun.) 

A BUTCHER (Mr. Powis Pinder) 

A BAKER (Mr. J. Boddy) 

A TINKER (Mr. Rudolf Lewis) 

A TAILOR (Mr. Robert Rows) 

A LORD (Mr. C. Childerstone) 

A SOLDIER (Mr. Lewis Campion) 

FIRST ROYAL PAGE (Master Roy Lorraine) 


QUEEN ELIZABETH (Miss Rosina Brandram) 

Miss BESSIE THROCKMORTON (Miss Agnes Fraser) 

" JILL- ALL- ALONE " (Miss Louie Pounds) 

THE MAY QUEEN (Miss Joan Keddie) 

MARJORY (Miss W. Hart Dyke) 

KATE (Miss Alice Coleman) 

LADY-IN-WAITING (Miss Rose Rosslyn) 


SCENE (Act I.) . . . The Bank of the Thames. 
(Act II.) . . Windsor Forest. 



ENE. The Bank of the Thames, opposite Windsor. Towns 



Sing down, a down, a down, 

Who comes this way ? 

The May Queen comes, let her path be spread 
With roses white and with roses red, 

The flowers of Merrie England ! 

Of what shall be the crown 
For the Queen o' May ? 
Of roses white and of roses red 
Shall a crown be made for the May Queen's head 
The flowers of Merrie England ! 

And who shall guard the crown 

Of the Queen o' May ? 
Two men of Windsor born and bred 
Who wear her badges of white and red, 
The flowers of Merrie England. 

(The MAY QUEEN has entered, attended, and takes her place on 



Now choose me two men, 
Good men and true men, 

Who'll stoutly stand 

On either hand 

To guard my throne for me 

We'll choose thee two men, 
Good men and true men, 

Who'll stoutly stand 

On either hand 

To guard thy throne for thee 

Let them be bow-men, 
Freemen and yeomen, 

Who were confess'd 

To be the best 

Before the butts to-day ! 

CHORUS. They shall be bow-men, 

Freemen and yeomen, 
Who, 'tis confess'd, 
Did shoot the best 

Before the butts to-day ! 

BUTCHER Stand forth, Long Tom! Come forth, Big Benl 
Come forth, stand forth, ye proper men ! 

ALL. Long Tom 1 Big Ben I 

Enter LONG TOM and Bio BEN. 

(LoNo TOM and Bio BEN.) 

TOM. We are two proper men, 
Myself and Brother Ben ; 

We both are Eoyal keepers in the Forest ! 

BEN. We're ever hand in glove 
Thou lovest what I love, 

And I do ever hate what thou abhorrest I 

TOM. We're very like each other, 

Are myself and younger brother, 

And consequently people who have seen us 

BKN Have mentioned that it odd is 
How in our minds and bodies 

There's such a little difference between us 

BOTH But there ta a little difference between us 
We're as like as pot and kettle, 
Being made of self-same metal 
But there ia a certain difference between us ! 

BEN. And in the days to be, 
The simple historee 

Of Brother Tom and me may point a moral ! 

TOM. That Cupid, when he comes 
Between the best of chums, 

Doth generally lead them to a quarrel ! 

BEN. We both do love a maiden, 

Our hearts with love are laden, 

For each doth think his lady-love a Venus I 

TOM And I do say that mine is 
As good a maid as thine is. 

And that's the little difference between us! 

BOTH. Yes, that's the only difference between u! 
And being men of mettle, 
Our difference we'll settle, 
Then there won't be any difference between us! 

(They begin to fight with quarter-staves.) 

MAY Q. (coming down to them) What now I How now! If I 
am Queen of l3Sw to-day I'll have no quarrellers in my court I 
Hftve-daue^hava dono, I oqy! What's the pother? Do you both 
love the same maid ? 

BEN. I love thee, while 

TAILOR. Look you, a Tailor is as big a man as a Forester in his 
own way. 

BUTCHER. Out of my way ! A Butcher is a better man than a 

BAKER. And a Baker, too, may talk as loud as a Butcher, on 

TINKER. To say nought of a Tinker; and 7 say, " I love 
thee " 

OTHERS. And I ! And I ! And I ! 


_MAY Q. Peace ! A^Gupid bath taught you tfrshoot-your words 

straight 1 will shooro as straight as you I love you not! (To 
TOM.) Will you shoot a round with me? What say you ? 

TOM. I say you are indeed a fair maid, yet I love you not. 

MAY p That arrow wobbles. -.-Xt~4fr-tee~leng -for the bow-. 
Trim it of : ~-ou aro Q fair maid," and loi-%-" I love you not "; 
'tis enough to wound a woman with ! 

TOM. I would not wound thee, nor any woman. 

^dsfish ! Have no fear of wounding me, my man! 

am heart-whole* for all vour "I love von not"! 

L> &**<** '*>++* 
BEN. He is bewitched ! * 


BEN. Why, by witchcraft! 
MAY Q^ Whose? 

BEN. Why, a witch's! And they say, by the same token, 
that when you talk of the devil who is the father of witches 

Enter JILL. (She carries a cat in her arms.) 

MAY Q. What's brought you here? 
JILL. My two legs. 

MAY Q. Witch 1 

JILL. This and that! 

MAY Q. I say you are a witch ! 

JILL. Some say what they do not know, and some know what 
they cannot say. But I will say what I know listen! 

I know that love 

Is far above 

y^^> All jewels that are seen, 
^? And I do know 

That being so 
'Tis wanted by a queen ! 
But love I ween 

May pass her by, 
So I may laugh, 

While she may sigh 

I wonder why ? 

BUTCHER. Who do you dream would love you, you drab? 

JILL. Why, first, my cat here, and second, a better man than 
you, or the dream would be a nightmare! And third (to MAY 
QUEEN) marry, a better man than you if love leads to marriage. 
But if not a cat or a man why, the birds and the deer and such 
wild forest things. For I am one of them ! I am one of them ! 



Oh, where the deer do lie 

There dwell I ! 
Far in the forest shade, 
Down in the dappled glade 
Oh, what a life ! 

Throw her a bone! 
Nobody's wife 
Jill-all-alone ! 

Where Herne the Hunter rides 

Jill abides; 

I hear the ghostly sounds, 
Herne 's phantom horn and hound 
Oh, she 's a witch ! 
Pick up a stone ! 
Die in a ditch 
Jill-all-alone ! 

But when the morning breaks 

And awakes 
All other forest things, 
Jill too awakes and sings 
Oh, the sweet day ! 

Queen on a throne! 
Merry as May 
Jill-all-alone I 

MAY Q. Now, what game shall we choose to suit May 

JILL. What shall you play? Why, the game of real life 
real Queen with a real Court. Can anything be merrier? My 
cat shall tell you how Queen Bess fares. (To cat.) What do you 
say? Of a truth of a truth! My Lord of Essex stands on 
one side of the throne so. (To BEN.) Do you stand for the 
Earl of Essex. And Sir Walter Raleigh on the other side so; 
the side of the Queen's heart. (To TOM, on left of MAY QUEEN.) 
And Mistress Throckmorton, the maid of honour, is somewhere 
wherever Sir Walter's thoughts are, though the Queen knows it 
not. And so they play "he loves me, he loves me not." 


WIL. And what would you have me play ? 

JILL. You? Do you play the fool, who laughs at love like a 
wise man; because it is wiser to laugh at a thing than to weep 
with it. [Exit. 

WIL. True! Very true! 

SIM. But, the fool ! You play the fool ! Know you him I 
The leading player in Shakespeare's company to whom I play 
second, humbly nay, proudly! (Aside.) Flatter him so, aud 
he'll wag his ass's ears to any tune you pipe! (Aloud.) Prince 
of players! King of comedians ! A fool indeed ! (Aside.) A fool 
in very deed ! 

WIL. Hush, friend you are fulsome. I am indeed Master 
Walter Wilkins, Poet and Chief Player in Will Shakespeare's com- 
pany; and for his profit I prophesy that he hath a misconception 
of the part of a writer in writing a part, in that he hath too little 
regard for the matters of singing and dancing ; for a time will come 
when all comedies shall be musical, or the public will have none 
of them not even if I played the chief part, and so made the 
part seem greater than the whole. It is so I have counselled Will 
Shakespeare as I do you : song and dance, my masters, song and 
dance or let the drama die a dull dog that is hanged on its own 



I do counsel that your playtime be a jocund and a gay time, 

And your playe r be as merry as he can ; 
If a play be glum and gloomy very tragical and " tomby " 

I do act upon a very proper plan : 
As a patriotic Briton I have pondered on and written 

A jolly sailor song, about the sea, 
With a hornpipe (though perchance one be incongruous) I dance 


Whatever kind of character I be. 
And the time will come 
'Twill be seen by some 

(Though not perchance by me) 
When a dance will act like magic, 
While five acts that are tragic 

Well, that's where I and Shakespeare disagree 
There's no character but marry ! 'tis convenient to carry 

At any time the burden of a song 1 
One word will introduce it, and the public will excuse it, 

And, oddsbodikins ! applaud it, loud and long ! 
Now in Hamlet's long soliloquy he mention eth the billow 

Dost remember in "To be, or not to be "? 
Come the words " a sea of trouble " the applause, I trow, would 


If he forthwith sang a song about the sea ! 
And the time will come 
Twill be seen by some 

(Though not perchance by me) 
When a lively Prince of Denmark 
Will sing that song, and then mark 

How entirely I and Shakespeare disagree ! 

(Dance.) [Exit. 

TOM. Were I indeed Sir Walter Raleigh, and the Queen loving 
me and I not loving the Queen, because of my love for a maid of 
honour, I would, if I were a man of honour and Sir Walter 


RAL. Well, friend; if you were I what then? 
TOM. Nay, sir; I was speaking my thoughts aloud. 

RAL. 'Tis a dangerous malady in these times. If it grow upon 
you, let a leech look at your tongue to cut it off. It may 
save your head. 


BEN. Sir, do not be angry with my brother. He hath been 
fearfully bewitched by a wild wench who dwells in the forest. He 
claims her to be as sweet a maid as our May Queen. I did set 
about cudgelling my brains to find a cure for him, till he set about 

MAY Q. There are but two cures for witchcraft to burn the 
witch or drown her in a sack. 

HAL. If she be a witch. They nearly burned me for a wizard 
when I first burned tobacco! But who'll think of witches on 
May Day? Better drown such thoughts and here comes the 
sack to drown them in. 

Enter a Vendor of wine and mead. 

VENDOR. Who'll buy my mead or sack? 

Four gills to the pint, and a quart to a Black Jack! 
Who'll drink my mead or sack? 

HAL. Why, every Jack of us here at my expense. And see 
that every Jack has his complement of Jills, as the song goes. 
(Taking a Black Jack.) Marry, 'tis a very Falstaff of wine-cups! 


That every Jack should have a Jill 

Dame Nature always meant, sirs; 
But where's the gill can hope to fill 

This Jack to his content, sirs? 
Since three or four of gills or more 

Do make his proper measure, 
Give Jack his mead, and Jack indeed 

Will bubble high with pleasure ! 

Then here's a lack 

Of care that kills, 
When every Jack 

Hath all his gills 

Of what he wills, 
Or mead or sack, 

For they're the Jills 
For fat Black Jack! 

Now, Jack will lay you on the ground 

If you stay long together, 
For I'll be bound, though fat and round, 

He is as tough as leather! 
And who so wills to steal his Jills 

Will find it is a tussle, 
Till on his back he's laid by Jack, 

For Jack's a man of muscle ! 

But here's a lack &c. [Exit. 


MAY Q. Now listen to me ! A witch is a witch, whether it be 
May Day or Christmas. 

favew favour- ^ay wishes^ A* 

And what's a fairer game >^ 
for a May Day than a witch hunt? Who says a witch hunt? 

CROWD. I! And I! And I! 
BUT. A hue and cry ! A witch ! A witch I 
BEN. Hue ! Hue ! A witch hunt 1 

ALL. Hue ! Hue 1 Hue ! A witch ! A witch ! Hue ! Hue ! 
[Exeunt all, except MAY QUEEN, KATE, and TOM. 

TOM. They'll not catch her, for she runs like a deer. But if 
they do and do her harm well, I will not kill thee, even then, 
for my brother's sake. / 

MAY Q. Your brother's sake I What is your brother to me or 
what are you? 

TOM. I have thought that you liked me, a little, and I would 
have liked you 

MAY Q. Yes? ^j^ 

TOM. To like my brother. 

MAY Q. Must it be nlwuys .yuu, ui .yuui biulliLi? Mow Upton* 
I hate big men. It is brain that women worship brain, fool, not 

lly as is shown by the way I am attracted to to Master 


WIL. Who speaks my name? 

MAY Q. Did I speak it aloud? I was thinking. It hath a 
sweet sound " Walter Wilkins." Yes, it is a pretty name. 

WIL. And famous. 


MAY Q. What think you, Master Wilkins, of love at first sight? 

WIL. Why, love seems a merry thing at first sight and I have 
never looked further. 

RAL. Then sigh not for second sight or you may prophesy 
differently . 

WIL. I prophesy indifferently, sir; but if love come to me, 
'twill find me merry, or not at all. 

RAL. To laugh at love is fool's wisdom. 

WIL To weep with it is wise man's folly, sir. 


RAL. Perhaps. I like your humour. 

WIL. My humour is good humour, sir that is my rule of life, 
and I apply it to love. 



Love is meant to make us glad, 

Hey, jolly, jolly little Cupid! 
Fools do let him make them sad, 

Hey, folly, folly, they are stupid! 
Let's be wise 

If we do meet him, 
Heave no sighs 

But gladly greet him ! 
And say to him " Good day " to him, 

He'll treat us as we treat him! 
Hey, jolly, jolly little Love! 
Sorrow follows folly, 
As the berries grow on holly, 
And oh, 'tis folly 

To be afraid of Love ! 
Love is but a butterfly, 

Hey, jolly! What is there to match it? 
Will you watch it flutter by ? 
Oh, folly, folly not to catch it ! 
Try to keep 

It when you've caught it! 
Wherefore weep 

If you have sought it? 
To sigh for it, and die for it, 

Oh, wisdom never taught it I 
Hey, jolly, jolly little Love ! 
Sorrow follows folly, 
As the berries grow on holly, 
And oh, 'tis folly 

To run away from Love ! 

[Exeunt TOM and KATE. 

WIL. Ah, sir, 'tis in his treatment of lovers that I would read 
Shakespeare a lesson ; that it is pleasanter to make love go with 
laughter than with tears. 

RAL. He has studied life. 

WIL. No, sir death. To live is not the fashion with his lovers; 
they would sooner die than marry, so it seems. And to turn 
events the other way were as easy as the alphabet. Think of 
his Romeo and Juliet, and what it might have been had I written 
it! Now mark 

A. was the Angel he met at the ball; 

B. was her beauty apparent to all; 

C. is for Capulet (name which she bore); 

D. the disguise which young Borneo wore; 

E. for the Ease of his elegant pose; 

F. the Fandango they danced on their toes; 

G. the Guitar which he played by and bye, 
H. for her Handkerchief dropped in reply ; 
(I am young Romeo, breathing his love; 
J. is for Juliet sitting above 1) 

K. the last Kiss as apart they are torn 
L. by the Lark who's the " herald of morn " 
M. is the Moon that's preparing to set; 
N. is the Nurse calling, " Come, Juliet! " 
O is the ejaculation she sighed, 
P. because promised ay Paris's bride; 
Q. are the Quarrels that quickly ensued; 
R. are the Rapiers drawn in the feud; 
S. for the Sentence pronounced by the " Book " 
T. for the Tragical Turn events took; 
U. is the Unhappy end of the play; 
V. is the Version which 7'11 write some day: 
/ ijf W. Shakespeare's an Xcellent writer, 

But Wise Editors will say my version's brighter ! 
j^k^ [Exit with MAY QUEEN. 

Enter BESSIE. (She is gathering flowers, and sings.} 


She had a letter from her love, 
And on her heart she laid it : 
'Twas all in rhyme, and Father Time 
She vowed could never fade it ! 
Ah me ! a lover's vow 
She knoweth better now ! 
She lost the letter from her love, 

Or somebody did steal it ; 
And oh, the smart of her poor heart, 
She vowed that naught could heal it ! 
Ah me ! a lover's vow 
She knoweth better now ! 
She found the letter from her love, 

When she had sorely missed it; 
And spite the stain of mud and rain, 
She fondled it and kissed it ! 
Ah me ! a lover's vow 
She knoweth better now I 


BAL. Bessie, what do the words of that song mean? 

BESS. What do the words of a song matter, if the tune be 
right? What matter if a girl's heart break, if her face smile? 

BAL. Are you going? 

BESS. Yes. By your leave, I will take mine. 

BAL. Whither? 

BESS. Away to change my gown, to attend the Queen. 

BAL. I love you in a simple dress. (Coming to her.) Do you 
know what love is? 

BESS. I was taught once. 

BAL. When? 

BESS. Why, when I learned my Latin grammar thus : Love, 
which is masculine, should be declined in all cases. 

BAL. When its cases are plural. In my case, it is alone 
the one love of my life. 

BESS. Then it is singular. 

BAL. Love may be a verb, conjugated thus : I love, thou 
iovest, and that's enough; for it requires no third person present. 

BESS. Ah ! For the present. But how of other moods and 
other tenses, the future and the past? 

BAL. I vow 

BESS. I trow your vows are good vows as lovers' vows go. 
They have served for the Queen before me, so I should not com- 

BAL. You speak bitterly. 

BESS. But I smile sweetly? 

BAL. In very truth. 

BESS. And in very truth the words of my song were true, and 
mean much to both of us. " She lost the letter from her love." 
And so have I ! Oh, if your letter be found and brought to the 
Queen 1 

BAL. What then? 

BESS. Why, then, the air of Court would be bad for both of us 1 

BAL. Let's have done with it now, you and I! What is it 
they sing in the Tales of Bobin Hood, in their Morris Danoe to-day ? 
" Then who would not be out of Court 

As Bobin Hood befell, 
To fare as Love may bid him fare 

And bid all else farewell? 
If Love follow him 

Beneath the greenwood tree." 

Aye! It is when a man's in love that the quiet of country calls 
him loudest. Is it so with a maid? Would you give up your 
life in Court for me? 

BESS. In Court, or elsewhere, I would give up my life for thee ! 




RAL. When true love hath found a man, 
He will hear the pipe of Pan ; 
Pan, the god of open country, 

Oh, his tunes are pretty I 
Nature bids you bring your sweet one 
Where no other soul may meet one ; 
" Nature made the country side, 
And man did make. the city."* 

Come, come to Arcadie ! 

Bring your Phyllis, happy Corydont 

Learn together, if you can, 

The simple tunes of Piper Pan I 

BBSS. When a maid doth love a man, 
She will hear the pipe of Pan ; 

Pan will call her, call her, call her, 

With a magic ditty ! 
Better far a country cottage 
If your true love share your pottage, 
Than to dwell in Castle Pride, 
As some do more's the pity ! 

Come, come to Arcadie! 
I'll be Phyllis, you be Corydon ! 
Happy maid and happy man, 
To dance all day for Piper Pan ! 

[Dance. Exeunt. 

Enter ESSEX, with a Lord. 

ESSEX. There goes a lesson in love and the madness of 
lovers ! For there goes one who prefers the good looks of Bessie 
Throckmorton to the good books of Bessie of England! 

LORD. 'Twould ruin Raleigh if the news could be brought to 
the Queen's ears ! 

ESSEX. It can if it be carried cautiously. Yet not too 
cautiously, but so that the news may fall opportunely, and seem 
to get broken unawares. For the Queen hates the bearer of bad 
tidings only less than the tidings itself. 

LORD. What did he once say, " Fain would I climb, but that I 
fear to fall! " 

* Divina N;vtura agros dedit, ars huraana a'dificavifc urbes. Varro>De Re 


ESSEX. And I say now, " Love lies in ambush where Ambition 
climbs! " 

Love lets one arrow fly 

Tipped with a glance and feathered with a sigh, 
And Pride will lay him down and die 
At the first blow- 
Take care I 

Marry, love is a foolish thing! 


SIM. Nay, sir, love is a very serious thing, as my friend here 
has only learned in the last half hour. 

WIL. It is like the plague a man may take it lightly till it 
take him. And if it overtake him it will undertake him; for 
Love is a very undertaker to bury the gay in the grave. 

SIM. He talks like a book. 

ESSEX. In a shabby cover. 

WIL. And without a title, my lords. But judge not a book 
by its cover, nor a man by his title or lack of one. For Love, 
sirs, in this last half hour, has, made me one of Nature's noble- 

ESSEX. That's against Nature. 

WIL. Sir, King Cupid can confer nobility on all men in half 
an hour. 

ESSEX. 'Tis the way of all new nobility. It grows rank, like 
a mushroom bed. 

WIL. Love, sir, can alter a man's habits quicker than he can 
change his clothes 

Enter TOM, who stands silent at back. 


WIL. When a man is a lover, he's bound to discover 

A fact of which I'm an informant : 
His nature will change, or at least rearrange 
Some points which were formerly dormant. 

SIM. Perhaps more or less, in the matter of dress, 

He was careless and shabbily shady; 
But love Will change that he will buy a new hat, 
When he's fallen in love with a lady 1 

ESSEX. For the love of a lady's a curious fact, 
On a slovenly person it's certain to act; 
If his coat is well brushed and his boots are well blacked, 
You may know he's in love with a lady ! 


Though a small man by nature, your love will inflate your 

Proud heart to a size which is grander; 
You'll feel you might rank (though a clerk in a bank) 

With a hero as brave as Lysander. 
You'll be bursting with pluck, and will curse your ill-luck 

That while peacefully tied to a desk, you 
Are longing to meet a mad dog in the street 

With some one or other to rescue ! 
WIL. Oh, the love of a lady has such an effect 
Upon me, that I beg if you ever detect 
A house that's on fire, or a ship that is wrecked, 

You'll allow me to fly to the rescue! 
SIM. Then to live in an attic (on this be emphatic), 

An attic some lodging-house drab lets, 
Is far happier if you share it with he<r, 

Than a palace. Put that on your tablets. 
WIL. For your thoughts at all times you'll be breathing in 

Though your friends never thought you a poet ; 
But if love blow its nose, it can't do it in prose, 

It must have a poet to blow it. 
So the love of a lady's a curious thing, 
A poetical fancy it's certain to bring, 
And the present poetical song which I sing 

Is expressly intended to show it ! 

(Dance, and exeunt.) 


MAY Q. Well, where 's your witch? **~c* -f*>~* <**?**> 7*-* 

TOM. I know not that she is a witch. 

MAY (j>. I know she is. Contradiction is unmannerly. 

TOM. But not unwomanly, so it seems. 

MAY Q.. Let me pass. 

TOM. Am I in thy way? 

MAY Q. Aye. I seem ever falling in with thee, for some 

TOM. And falling out, for none. I'll go. 

MAY Q. Stay, as thou art here. What character do you play 
in the Morris Dance? 

TOM. I'm put down for Robin Hood, your champion. 

MAY Q. Nav: Robin Hood should be a man of quality, not 
quantity. ^ ^xt-c^U"**^ -*-^^t^*-^ A/"i4** l i*~ ^*4*~i&f 


Master Wilkins, will you play my Robin Hood to-day? And take 
this man's part? 


WIL. Aye, if he care not to tight for it. 

TOM. Not II [Exit. 

WIL. I hate a coward ! Ah 1 would that I could prove myself 
the hero love hath made me 1 If fierce fire would on a sudden leap 
from yonder castle, single handed I would scale the walls, and 
tearing down the burning masonry with frenzied fingers, fling the 
flaming fragments fling the flaming fragments Where would 
I fling the fragments? 


SIM. Upon the heads of the applauding crowd. 

WIL. Aye. 

SIM. Or if a mad bull, bursting from its barriers, bounded 
bellowing in our midst, with superhuman strength wouldst seize 
the snorting brute by head or tail and give him vigorous battle, 
though final victory 

WIL. Were a toss up ! Aye I 

SIM. Or if some gentle maid, a stranger, but a female in 
distress, flying from a murderous mob 

WIL. Would I protect her? Marry, that would I! 

Enter JILL, running. She clings to WILKINS. 
JILL. Save me! 
SIM. This is your scene! I am in the audience. 

Enter crowd, led by BUTCHER. He seizes JILL and drags her to 

JILL. Are you all cowards here? 

WIL. No, not all, though I only answer for myself. 
(Threatening the BUTCHER.) Stand back ! 

BUTCHER. Stand back thyself ! (Boxes his ear.) 

WIL. Well, I will stand back; that's only fair. (Retreating.) A 
brave man cannot ask another to do what he dare not do himself. 
But fear not, gentle maid, I will protect thee from all harm. 

MAY Q. She is a witch ! Drown her ! 

ALL. Aye, a witch! A witch ! (They bind her arms.) 

WIL. A witch? Now that alters the complexion of the matter. 

SIM. Your own altered somewhat. You grew very pale. 

WIL. With anger. 'Tis the way of brave men. Oddsfish ! if 
I stay here I shall fight the lot. I'd best away. 

SIM. Tis the safest plan! [Exeunt. 

TOM enters and BEN. 
JILL. I claim a hearing and fair trial ! 


TOM. And I claim that tor her ! 

MAY Q. What right have you to speak for her? 

TOM. The free right of a free man. 

ESSEX has entered. 

ESSEX. That's right enough. And I warrant these people say 
the same or they wrong their own rights ! 

SOLDIER. Aye I Ayel Fair trial and no favour! 

ESSEX. Untie her. 

JILL (to ESSEX.) I thank you, sir. 

ESSEX. Thank your champion here. (To TOM.) I do but say 
what the Queen would say for she would love thy stock of 
courage as she loves the courage of thy stock. The Yeomen of 
England I She says they built her throne 1 

ALL. God save the Queen 1 


Who were the Yeomen, the Yeomen of England ? 
The free men were the Yeomen, the free men of England. 
Stout were the bows they bore 
When they went out to war. 
Stouter their courage for the honour of Englnnd ! 

And nations to Eastward, 
And nations to Westward, 

As foemen did curse them, 

The bowmen of England 1 
No other land could nurse them, 
But their motherland, Old England ! 
And on her broad bosom did they ever thrive ! 

Where are the Yeomen, the Yeomen of England? 

In homestead and cottage they still dwell in England 1 

Stained with the ruddy tan 

God's air doth give a man, 
Free as the winds that fan the broad breast of England ! 

And nations to Eastward, 
And nations to Westward, 

As foemen may curse them, 
The Yeomen of England ! 
No other land can nurse them, 
But their motherland, Old England 1 
And on her broad bosom shall they ever thrive ! 

WIL. Is the fighting finished?- 


SIM It has not begun yet. Stay, you'll have your chance 
x ] MAY Q. Let the witch have a trial a witch's trial. Into the 
river with her I In with her! 

TOM. Stay ! I am a man of few words, but I would say as 
prettily as may be, if you will bear with my lack of fine language, 
that the first who lays finger on her I will kill. 

MAY Q. So? Now, who's my champion? 

SIM. (to WILKINS.) Your chance at last 1 

WIL. I will wait till last 'tis more modest. And modesty 
doth become a brave man. 

SIM. I never saw a brave man become more modest I 

BEN. I'll not fight my brother again. And besides and beyond 
and above, a Tailor is as big a man as a Forester in his own way, 
so I've heard. (Puts TAILOR in his place.} 

TAILOR. And a Butcher is as good a man as a Tailor some- 


And a Baker may talk louder than a Butcher on 


To say nothing of a Tinker. [Exit. 

Who hath n gthing_iL_sayz=:a;t .tbe_mojm e.nt. . [ Exi 't. 
So much for my lovers! \Exit. 

BEN. If it come to that I'll fight. Though he pound me to 
a pudding. 

WIL. And afterwards, aftenvards, mind, when a pudding, you 
fight with me ! 

BEN. Who are you, small man? 

WIL. The May Queen's champion, silkworm her Robin 
Hood to-day ! And through fire and water will I go for her to 
smile at me ! 

BEN. Into water shall you go forthwith for her to laugh at 
you ! Come, coxcomb ! 

[He throws WILKINS into river, and exit. 

ESSEX (to JILL.) Why do you venture here if they hunt you 
as a witch? 

JILL. 'Twas to carry this to a lady of the Court, whom T saw 
drop it in the forest. (Showing paper.} 

ESSEX. This? (Taking it.} 

JILL. Maybe she'll give me a soft word for it. 

TOM. You would give your life for a soft word? 

JILL. Perhaps, and get the best of the bargain. 

TOM. Witch or no witch, and what von are I know not. 


ESSEX. The Queen shall decide that Queen Bess; I will 
bring you before her for judgment. 

TOM. God save the Queen 1 
JILL. And me I 

ESSEX (to LORD.) We are in luck's way! This is Baleigh's 
writing a love-letter to Bessie Throckmorton ! 'Tis an acrostic, 
hiding the name Bessie. Look (Reading:) 

" Blessed the pen that writes my lady's name, 
" E'en tho' my pen do halt for very shame I 

Shame at its own unworthiness to write . 
" So sweet a name " 

And so forth. Now mark how this will fall out for Ealeigh. 
(To TOM.) This paper may be what she says, or it may be some 
witchcraft of her own; I know not some love charm 

JILL. Sir, I declare 

ESSEX. The Queen shall judge. (To TOM.) Keep the girl in 
cnarge, and ask the Queen to judge her once for all. The Queen 
can do no wrong. 

TOM. God save the Queen and (to JILL) thee 1 


ESSEX. And Kaleigh. He'll need all our prayers when the 
Queen reads this! 

(A March. The Crowd gathers. Then the Royal Barge 
approaches at back. QUEEN ELIZABETH enters- from 
Barge, with BESSIE, and Ladies and Gentlemen of the 
Court. The Queen's Fool follows.) 


Go.d save Elizabeth! 

Sing with united breath 
God save Elizabeth, and England bless! 

May heaven prosper her! 

May she our land prefer ! 
St. George for Merrie England and England's Queen Bess! 

Long live Elizabeth! 

Loyal and true till death 
Unto Elizabeth shall England be ! 

Held high thy sceptre is 

Over thine enemies! 
Elizabeth for England, and England for theel 


O peaceful England I 

While I my watch am keeping, 
Thou, like Minerva, 

Weary of war, art sleeping! 
Sleep on a little while, 
And in thy slumber smile; 
While thou art sleeping, I'll 

Be wakeful, ever wakeful ! 

Sword and buckler by thy side, 
Best on the shore of battle-tide, 
Which, like the ever-hungry sea. 

Boars round this Isle; 
Sleep till I awaken thee, 

smile ; 

England, fair England, 

Well hast thou earaed thy slumber; 
Yet, though thy bosom 

No breastplate now encumber, 
Let not thy fingers yield 
Grasp of thy sword and shield; 
Thou shalt awake and wield 

Destruction when I call thee I 

Sword and buckler laid aside, 
Best on the shore of battle-tide, 
Which, like the ever -hungry sea, 

Boars round this Isle; 
Sleep till I awaken thee, 
And in thy slumber smile 1 

ELIZA. Where is Sir Walter Baleigh? 
ESSEX. Where is Mistress Throckmorton ? 
BESS. Why question me, my lord? 

BAL. (entering.) Because he would sooner question a woman 
than answer to a man. Cross swords and not questions, and I'll 
point my answers, I promise you! (They draw.) 

ELIZA. Put up your swords! What does this mean? 

BESS, (to ELIZABETH.) Why, Sir Walter loves you, madam, 
and the other is jealous. 

ELIZA. Put up your swords, gentlemen! 

BAL. As I am a man, madam, I'll speak openly now of the 
love I have 


ELIZA, (aside.) As I am your Queen, be silent. I know of 
your love. Bessie has told me. 

RAL. Bessie has told you? 
ELIZA. Yes, and I am not angry. 

BESS, (to KALBIOH.) I have been falsely true and truly false, 
to save your life. 

ELIZA. I'm in a merry mood. Where are the May Games? 
Let's see a Morris Dance! Who plays Kobin Hood to-day? 
SIM. Master Wilkins, your Grace, an actor of infinite dignity. 
ELIZA. Well, where is he? 
SIM. Madam, he comes. 

Enter WILKINS, from river, a miserable object. 
ELIZA. What's this? A joke at my expense? 
BEN enters 

WIL. No, madam -at mine. Yet I count the cost nothing ii 
it please you. (To BEN.) But you shall pay for it. 

BEN. For his conceit I threw him 

WIL. As he says, madam, 'twas a quaint conceit of mine to be 
thrown into the river, that I might afterwards emerge in the 
character of Father Thames, whom I now represent. As Father 
Thames I stand before you as Ambassador for King Neptune, to 
offer unto Beauteous England the dignity and title of Mistress of 
the Sea! 

ELIZA. A pretty conceit. 

SIM (to BEN.) Marry, his conceit carries him further than you 
could throw him into the Queen's favour. 


King Neptune sat on his lonely throne, 

On his lonely throne sat he ; 
King Neptune sat there all alone, 

As lonely as could be. 
And he said, " Now who do you think would do 

To share my throne with me? " 
And every fish, according to his wish, 

At once went out to see ! 

At a nod 

From the god, 
All the Salmon and the Cod, 

And all the fish there be 
The Sturgeon and the Stickleback, 


The Porpoise and the Conger Eel, 
The Whitebait and the Octopus, 
The Shark, the Mullet, and the Smelt, 
The Brill, Anchovy, Sprat, and Plaice. 
The Whale, the Winkle, and the Whelk, 
The fish that coil and fish that fly, 
The fish you boil and fish you fry, 
The Turbot and the Mackerel, 
The Lobster in the lobster-shell, 
The Sole, the Whiting, and the Jell- 
Y-fish, and more than I can tell 
Whose names I cannot speak or spell 
In fact, all fish fishmongers sell, 
And all they do not sell as well 
In short, all fishes that do dwell 

Where Neptune bids them be, 
Away did swim 
To find for him 

A Mistress of the Sea! 

King Neptune sat on his throne once more. 

On his throne once more sat he, 
When the fish came back from England's shore 

And clapped their fins with glee. 
For they said, " We've seen the fairest Queen 

That in the world can be I" 
And Neptune saith, " That's Queen Elizabeth! 

And she's the Queen for me!" 

Ts it odd 

That the god 
Told the Salmon and the Cod 

To publish this decree? 
The Sturgeon and the Stickleback, 
The Porpoise and the Conger Eel, 
The Whitebait and the Octopus, 
The Shark, the Mullet, and the Smelt, 
The Brill, Anchovy, Sprat, and Plaice, 
The Whale, the Winkle, and the Whelk, 
The fish that coil and fish that fly, 
The fish you boil and fish you fry, 
The Turbot and the Mackerel, 
The Lobster in the lobster-shell, 
The Sole, the Whiting, and the Jell- 
Y-fish, and more than I can tell 
Whose names I cannot speak or spell 
In fact, all fish fishmongers sell, 
And all they do not sell as well 


All such as in the sea do dwell, 
Did publish this decree, 
That Beauteous Bess 
All men address 
As Mistress of the Sea ! 

ELIZA. 'Tis a quaint conceit! 

WIL. Anon I play Eobin Hood in the Morris Dance; and later 
I would provide for your delight a certain Masque of St. George 
and the Dragon, in which I play St. George, and my friend hera 
the Dragon, whom I beat unmercifully and finally slay 
(indicating BEN) if it be your pleasure ? 

ELIZA. We'll see it. Bring your May Queen now, with her 
Court of Eobin Hood, Tom the Piper, Friar Tuck, and all. Ho, 
a Morris Dance! 

WIL. As your Grace commands. [Exit. 

ELIZA. I love the old tales of Eobin Hood. Bessie, do you 
remember how the song gees Maid Marion sings ? 

BESS. Yes, madam, I was reminded of it to-day. 
ELIZA. Let's hear it. 

BESS. It is a tale of Eobin Hood, 

Of Tuck and Little John, 
And all of those who followed him, 

With his Maid Marion. 
For she followed him 

Beneath the greenwood tree, 
As Love may follow thee ! 
Though Fortune frown, 
Thou 'It wear a crown 
A king may never see ! 

With a hey, Jolly Eobin ! 

Then who would not be out of Court, 

As Eobin Hood befell, 
To fare as Love may bid him fare, 

And bid all else farewell? 
If Love follow him 

Beneath the greenwood tree, 
As Love may follow thee, 
Though Fortune frown, 
Thou 'It wear a crown 
A king may never see I 

With a hey, Jolly Eobin I 

ELIZA. Would queens could love as Marion did! Heighol 
ESSEX. Would I were Eobin Hood if that were so ' 

TOM enters, bringing on JILL. 

TOM. Madam, I ask a favour! I plead the cause 
Of a poor sorely-stricken girl, whom folk 
Do call Jill-all-alone 

MAY Q. She is a witch 1 


Ayel Aye I A witch 1 She is a witch 1 A witch 1 
A witch 1 A witch! 

ELIZA. Who speak against her? 

MAY Q. These 

""Four worthy citizens of Windsor Town ! 
(The BUTCHER, BAKER, TINKER, and TAILOR advance.} 


We are fopr men of Windsor 
A Butcher of Windsor, 
And a Baker of Windsor, 
And a Tinker of Windsor, 
And a Tailor of Windsor. 
And good meat I sell, 

And good bread I bake, 
And my tin is good tin, 

And good clothes I make ! 
So we all ply a good trade in Windsor, 

And cry 

Who'll buy? Who'll buy? Who'll buy buy buy 
From the four men of Windsor? 
The Butcher of Windsor, 
And the Baker of Windsor, 
And the Tinker of Windsor, 
And the Tailor of Windsor. 
When you buy meat try any meat ! 
When you buy bread try my bread ! 
When you buy tin try my tin ! 
When you buy clothes try my clothes ! 
For we all ply a good trade in Windsor, 

And cry 
Who'll buy? Who'll buy? Who'll buy buy buy 

From the four men of Windsor? 
ELIZA, (to JILL.) What say you, girl ? 

They say you are a witch ! 
J IIL A witch is wise : 

So if a witch I should know more than they ; 
But if I am a witch I know much less, 
Because I do not know I am a witch ; 
But I do know what I do know ! Now, hark ! 


1 know that love 
Is far above 

All other pretty things : 
And I do know 
That being so 

Tis coveted by kings. 

But love hath wings 
And paaseth by 

A king sometimes for such as I! 
I wonder why? 

MAY Q. By those words I accuse her 

Of drawing by her magic 
The love of faithful lovers 
Unto herself by witchcraft ! 

ESSEX. She had this piece of writing, 

Which I did find upon her 
Perhaps it is a love charm, 
A thing of evil purpose. 

(He hands RALEIGH'S verses to ELIZABETH.) 

ELIZA. The verse is an acrostic, 

And its initial letters 
Do make the name of " Bessie," 
And I do know the writing. 

ESSEX. Why, 'tis Sir Walter Raleigh's! 

ELIZA. Yes; is it not thy writing? 

And my name that is written? 

RAL. The writing is my writing, 

And I give back the letter 

To her for whom I wrote it. 
(He gives the paper to BESSIE THROCKMORTOW.) 
ALL. Bessie Throckmorton I 



My troth is plighted 
To this gentle maid; 
Tn secret I have paid 
My past addresses ! 
Blow high, blew low ! 
Now coram publico, 
I let the whole \vorld know 
My heart is Bessie's ! 


BESS. Though I'm affrighted, 

And sore afraid, 
Though dread of her tirade 
My soul possesses I 
Blow high, blow low ! 
However fortune blow, 
I'll let the whole world go 
For thy caresses ! 

ELIZA. Now I am slighted 

For another maid ! 
Love's like a falcon strayed 
With broken jesses 1 
Fly high, fly low, 
Wherever love may go, 
What lure can woman throw 
For lost caresses ! 

CHORUS. In love united 

They are not afraid! 
In secret has he paid 
His past addresses ! 
Blow high, blow low, 
However fortune blow, 
He'll let the whole world go 
For her caresses ! 




I know that love 
Is far above 

All jewels that are seen 
And I do know 
That being so 

'Tis wanted by a Queen. 

But Love, I ween, 
May pass her by 
So I may laugh, 

No! Thou shalt die! (A Soldier seizes JILL.) 
Go lodge this witch within the Castle wnlls; 
I'll see her burn there! Thou, Sir Walter, 
Go to thy country house and banishment. 

Go to the Castle, thou a prisoner! 

[Exit ELIZABETH, in a rage, with ESSEX and Lndies JILL 
is dragged off by Soldier. 



Be not affrighted! Though I'm affrighted, 

Sweet, be not afraid ! And sore afraid ! 

Although the Queen's tirade Though dread of her tirade 
Thy soul oppresses ! My soul possesses ! 

Blow high, blow low, Blow high, blow low, 

However fortune blow, However fortune blow, 

I'll let the whole world go I'll let the whole world go 

For thy caresses ! For thy caresses ! 

(As the lovers are parting, the Morris Dancers are heard 
approaching. The Queen's Fool runs across to 
RALEIGH and BESSIE, and bids them listen to 


If Love follow thee 

Beneath the greenwood tree, 
Though Fortune frown, 
Thou'lij wear a crown 
A king may never see ! 

With a hey, Jolly Robin! 

The Morris Dancers enter to the refrain of their sony, led 
by WILKINS in the character of Robin Hood. RALEIGH 
embraces BESSIE, and exit. QUEEN ELIZABETH re- 
enters with ESSEX and others. As she is passing up 
to her barge, she sees BESSIE, who is standing looking 
after her lover. ESSEX beckons a Man-at-arms, who 
goes to BESSIE. The QUEEN goes up to the barge, and 
is standing on it looking back at BESSIE, who is 
escorted up as the Morris Dancers form their group 
oj " RMn Hood's Wedding," and the 



SCENE. A glade in Windsor Forest. " Herne's Oak," R.c. 
JILL is discovered tending a small fire of sticks, over which 
hangs a cooking-pot. She listens to voices heard singing in 
the distance-. 

CHOKUS (heard in distance off.) 

The month o' May has come to-day, 

And who will wear a frown-a? 
For where's the knave 

Who'll not be merry? 
We'll dig his grave, 

With a derry down derry, 
A down, a down, a down-a ! 


JILL. Cat, cat, where have you been? 

I've been to the Castle to look at the Queen 
Cat, cat, did she sit on a throne? 
Verily, yes, like a Jill-all-alone. 

Cat, cat, what do you mean? 
A Queen is a woman, a woman a Queen ! 
Cat, cat, shall I sit on a throne? 
Verily, yes, when a lover you own. 

CHOBUS (heard off). 

The Queen o' May is crowned to-day 

With a crown, a crown, a crown-a ! 
Then where's the knave 

Who'll not be merry? 
And join the stave, 

With 'a derry down derry, 
A down, a down, a down-a ! 

(JiLL listens, then removes tripod, treads out the fire, and 
hides in the hollow oak.) 

Enter TOM and BEN. 
BEN. What did you find at. the Castle? 

TOM. Sentries on every gate to keep Raleigh out, and his lady 

BEN. And your witch? 

TOM. She is to burn at sunset. 

(JiLL comes from oak.) 


BEN. Look! 

TOM. (to JILL.) Hew did you escape? 

JILL. By witchcraft- if I'm a witch! 

BEN. So I thought we'll take her back; 'tis the Queen's 
service. (Takes JILL by the wrist.) 
TOM. If she confess herself a witch 

Enter BESSIE /row oak. 

BESS, (entering.) Stay I She has saved my life! 
BEN. By witchcraft? 

BESS. No, by her knowledge of a certain passage from the 
Castle which leads by a secret trap-door out of Herne's Oak 
there. She is no witch. 

JILL. I prayed you keep in hiding, and have a care. 

BESS. I have cares enough, without caring to see care come 
to others for want of a little understanding. 

JILL, (to Tom.) Well, it's true enough. You know now why 
Herne's Oak is haunted. I had the secret from my grandfather. 
He guarded the passage for King Harry, who sometimes used it. 
Within there still hang the hunting horn and the deerskin with 
antlers with which he sometimes raised the appearance of Herne 
the Hunter. It kept gossips from the place, as it might do 

BEN. Why did King Harry want a secret passage? 

JILL. I know not but England's a free country. 

BESS. And Harry was a free liver. 

TOM. Not to say a free lover. 

JILL. Yet he was married in his time, they tell me. 



In England, merrie England, 

There lived a king upon a time 
To tell his name might be a crime 

In England, merrie England ! 

But he sometimes did doff his crown, 
And walk abroad like any clown, 

In England, merrie England ! 

And if he met a pretty wench, 

And maids are fairer than the French, 

In England, merrie England, 

He'd kiss her, as an Englishman 
Should kiss a maiden when he can, 

In England, merrie England ! 


So let us sing, 
God save the King 
Of England, merrie England! 
With fal la lal, 
For bluff King Hal 
Of England, rnerrie England 1 

[Exeunt TOM and BEN, R. BESSIE to Oak, with JILL. 

Enter Chorus of Men, with SIMKINS, the BUTCHER, and the 

TAILOR, singing. 


TALLOR. The sun in the heaven is high ! 

No clouds do bespeckle the sky ! 
And a man and a maid 
Do kiss in the shade 
And so shall my bottle and I ! 
With a hey, and a ho, 
And a hey nonny no, 
A fig for the weather, say I ! 

CHORUS. For in summer or winter, 

In autumn or spring, 
Whatever betide me 

Whatever they bring, 
With my bottle beside me 

I'm able to sing 
My hey nonny, hey nonny no! 

SIMKINS. The clouds they may come in the sky ! 
The rain it may fall by-and-bye! 
And the water may drench 
The man and the wench 
A fig for cold water, say I ! 

With a hey, and a ho, 
And a hey nonny no, 
Whatever the weather, I'm dry ! 

CHORUS. For in summer or winter, 

In autumn or spring, &c. 

BUTCHER. The snow it may cover the ground ! 
The river with ice may be bound ! 
But when maidens grow old, 
And love groweth cold, 
My bottle and I shall be found! 
With a hey, and a ho, 
And a hey nonny no, 
However the seasons come round ! 

CHORUS. For in summer or winter', 

In autumn or spring, &c. 


Enter WILKINS, with the TINKER and the BAKER. 

WILKINS. Now the business of the day stands thus. First, 
we meet here, by Herne's Oak, and arrange the music play oi 
Robin Hood's meeting with Little John very proper to be 
played in the May Games, in which I play Robin Hood. 

SIMKINS. And I, the Friar. 

WILKINS. Then having perfected ourselves in our parts, we 
proceed to the Castle to play before the Queen's servants. But 
and mark this "but" if we do meet the Queen by the way, we 
forthwith commence my Masque of St. George and the Dragon. 
(Showing manuscript.) 

SIM. In which I play the part of the Dragon. 

WIL. The hind part of the Dragon. 

TINKER. And what do I play'/ 


BAKER. And I? 


WIL. You play the music. 

SIM. Is the masque musical? 

WIL. Yes. It hath parts in it for the drum, tabor, sackbut, 
Jew's harp, and voice. Of these, the drum sets the time, the 
sackbut sets the tune 

SIM. Will you give me the sackbut, to set the tune? 
WIL. I would give you the sackbut you set the scenes. 
SIM. How many kinds of music are there? 

WIL. Why, two kinds. Instrumental, when there are no 
words; and vocal, or singing, when there is language applied. 

SIM. If I sing, what language will be applied to the music? 

WIL. I know not. But be advised, and sing only to the deaf 
and dumb, for a charity. 

SIM. Why should I sing for a charity? 

WIL. Because charity suffereth long. And they who suffer 
long muzzle their dogs, so that they cannot howl. Which is sound 
sense, though it sounds nonsense. For music is, in a sense, a 
sense of sound. And if your senses be sound, you will make 
music which bath tunes in it, and so give airs to your listeners, 
as is proper. But if your senses be not sound, you will make 
music which hath no tune in it, and give yourself airs, and call it 
opera, which is properer. But for myself, give me a tune which 


a man may hum an he please, or whistle an he please, or step to 
an he please, and straightforward withal, not sideways or round 
the corner like a bumble-bee in a bottle-neck 

SIM. I know such a tune. One that long ago took root in 
my mind. I'll uproot it. 

WIL. Nay. Let it stay there, lest some of the soil come with 
it. If you have an ear for fine music, listen to me. 


WIL. I may be wrong, 

But I long for a song 

With a tune that a man may march to I 
That will make you shout 
When you feel " washed out," 

And your courage will lend some starch to! 
Of course I know 
Such a taste is low, 

But there's many a mind may plumb it, 
But what on Earth 
Can be the worth 

Of a tune if a man can't hum it? 

Then, come, come, 
Follow the drum, 

Tho' its music mayn't be grand! 
Tho' the words be Dutch 
Let the tune be such 

As a Briton can understand I 
And whether it be 
A song of the sea, 

Or a lay of the good dry land, 
Let Art go hang, 
If the tune go "bangl" 

When it's played on a big brass band! 

SIM. So nowadays 

Our musical plays 

Should be very peculiar salads 
Of simple sounds 
From " merry-go-rounds," 

With occasional third-rate ballads! 


And if these you mix 
With big dram sticks 

(And serve with a big brass ladle), 
Little critical boys 
Will applaud your noise 

As soon as they leave the cradle I 

Singing, Come, come, 
Follow the drum, 

Tho' the music mayn't be grand! 
Tho' the words be Dutch 
Let the tune be such 

As a baby can understand! 
And whether it be 
A song of the sea, 

Or a lay of the good dry land, 
Let Art go hang, 
If the tune go" bang! " 

When it's played on a big brass band 1 

Enter Page>, with the Fool, who is disguised as an Apothecary. 

PAOK. Out of the way, clowns! The Queen comes! 
WIL. The Queen, sir? (Opening manuscript of Masque.) 
PAGE. Aye! Begone! (To Apothecary.) Wait there! 

WIL. Out of sight! But be ready to spring out upon the 
Queen with the Prologue of the Seven Champions of Christendom 
when I give the cue. 

SIM. What's the cue? 

WIL. " God save the Queen! " Begone! I'll wait here. 

[Exeunt others-. 
PAGE. Why do you loiter? 

WIL. Why, sir 

PAGE. Dost ask me why? Because I prefer thy disappear- 
ance to thine appearance, and I like not thy proximity. 

WIL, Judge not a man by the outward appearance of his 
proximity, young sir. As for my proximity, 'tis a flesh and blood 
proximity, with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth the same as thine 
own. And when next you find fault with a man's face, call it a 
face and not a proximity; for some men understand not the 
French language as / do I 

Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, with Lady -in-Waiting, and second 
Page, and a Lord. 

ELIZA. Where's Essex? I said I'd meet him here. 


PAGE. Here's the apothecary, madam, of whom he told you. 

ELIZA. Ah! (To others.) Go, and wait near. I'll talk to 
this apothecary alone. They tell me he is cunning with his 
drugs, and my physicians cannot comprehend what ails me to- 

LORD. I can. Tis an affection of the heart. 

LADY. Complicated with the black humour of jealousy. 
There's nought more dangerous. 

LORD. To others! Bessie Throckmorton is like to die of it. 

ELIZA (to Fool.) Come hither! (To Pages.) Go! 

SECOND PAGE. I like not to leave your Grace with this knave. 

ELIZA. You are a grave boy, and a brave boy, and a pretty 
boy, aiid (she kisses him) a faithful sweetheart. Now go ! 

SECOND PAGE. If I were ten years older I'd marry her. 
FIRST PAGE. If she were ten years younger, I'd do it. 
ELIZA. Now. You looked starved, Apothecary! [Exeunt. 
FOOL. Yes, madam. 'Tis a poor life to live on drugs. 

Enter WILKINS, with others. 

WIL. God save the Queen I 
ELIZA. Who are you, fellow? 

WILKINS. St. George of England, madam 1 And I have with 
me St. Denis of France, St. James of Spain, St. Anthony of 

ELIZA. Enough ! 

WIL. Then there are more than enough, for there are three 
more. St. Patrick of Ireland,. St. Andrew of 

ELIZA. Peace, fool! I'm in no mood for fooling. I'll listen 
to thee anon perhaps. 
WIL. Anon ! 
BUTCHER (and others.) Anon! Anon! [Exeunt. 

ELIZA, (to Fool.) So you live a poor life? What would you 
give for an hundred crowns? 

FOOL. Why, madam, my poor life if it were worth the 
money, which it cannot be, seeing that if I give up living 'twill 
not be for money, but the want of it. 

ELIZA. Listen ! I need a drug that deals death, not life. A 
drug that's swift and secret. One that counterfeits some natural 
disease hi Nature's armoury. A drug that strikes like a dagger, 
but leaves no pommel in the wound, to point suspicion. Know 
you such a drug? 

FOOL. I could concoct it. Is it for a man or a woman? 

ELIZA. Give me enough for a man. 

FOOL. 'Twill be less than for a woman. 

ELIZA. How so? 

FOOL. Why, thus the first and last effect of such a drug is 
loss of breath. And the first and last effect of loss of breath is 
loss of speech. And 'tis easier to stay a man's speech than a 

ELIZA. Stay thine, and bring me the drug. 

FOOL. In an hour, madam. 

ELIZA. Here ! 


Enter EALEIGH, dressed as a Forester, and with his beard 

EAL. Listen, knave! Deliver not that drug to the Queen, 
as you value your own life I I am Sir Walter Kaleigh. 

FOOL. Then you are a bare-faced jmpostor, and I a bearded 
one ! Look ! (He takes off his false beard and opens his cloak, 
showing his motley.) 

BAL. The Queen's Fool! 

FOOL. Aye more fool than knave; and not the first fool that 
disguised his folly to some good purpose. Fear not, Walter! 
Your sweetheart shall live to die of worse medicine than mine ! 
You have a fool for a friend, which is better than a wise man 
for an enemy. Therefore rejoice, if for nought else. Anon, 
gossip ! (Exit.) 

(KALEIGH turns and sees JILL, who has entered.) 

BAL. (to JILL.) Tell me, girl do you know where the Morris 
dancers are? 

JILL. On their way to the Castle, to play before the Boyal 

BAL. And I would join them 'tis my way into the Castle. 

JILL. Then you'll be of Bobin Hood's merry men and your 
looks belie you, for you do not look merry. 

BAL. I am the most miserable of men ; for I am in love and 
outlaw ! 

JILL. Then you are in the best and out of the worst in the 
world Love and the Law I So you should be merry, like Bobin 

BAL. Bu$ " Love followed him." 

JILL. " As love may follow thee " it may, sir, it may. Is 
not this the month of May? Come, let your brown thoughts 
take a lesson from the bees. Look ! They do not loiter where 
there are no sweets, but suck honey where they can. 'Tis the 
wise way, or I'm no witch ! 



It is the merry month of May. 
The bees do hum a roundelay, 

And all the world is sunny. 
So let your brown thoughts hie away, 

And search the world for honey. 

Oh, love, it is a happy thing, 
It cometh unto clown or king, 

As any one may see. 
And of all places where it flies, 
There is no place beneath the skies 
More fair than where the bracken grows, 
The honeysuckle and the rose, 

Beneath the greenwood tree. 
While bees do hum their roundelay, 
'Tis there I'll dream that Love some day 

May even come to me. [Exeunt. 

Enter Chorus, with QUEEN OF THE MAY, <tc. 


M AY Q. 



The Queen o' May is crowned to-day 
With a crown, a crown, a crown-a ! 

Then where 's the knave 
Who'll not be merry? 

We'll dig his grave, 

With a derry down derry, 

A down, a down, a down-a. 

Now what is a good thing 
For Jack and for Jill? 

A song is a good thing ! 
Who'll sing one? 
I will! 

Then sing it, sing it, sing it, 
When it's the Queen's will! 

But what is a good thing 
For Jack and for Jill ? 

A kiss is a good thing ! 
Who'll kiss me? 
I will ! 

Then kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, 
When it is the Queen's will! 


But what is a good thing 
For Jack and for Jill? 

CHORUS. A dance is a good thing 1 
MAY Q. Who'll dance one? 

CHORUS. I will ! 

MAY Q. Then trip it, trip it, trip it, 

For it is the Queen's will! 


KAL. Queen of the May, I ask a favour of you. 
TINKER. How now 1 Do you think she will favour strangers 
when there are men of Windsor 
MAY Q. Ask on. 

RAL. It is that I may join your Morris dancers when they 
enter the Castle, and >fc>ji it *iU*hm. 

MAY Q. We go there anon to play Robin Hood. 

RAL. Let me play a character I know all the old games, 
words and music. Let me go too. 

MAY Q. You shall go. In what character? 

RAL. 'Twill be in the character of a lover, however you care 
to call me. 

BUTCHER. Who are you who talk so loud of lover? There are 
enough men in Windsor to make her a husband, if she would but 
take one of us. 

RAL. Good sooth, sir, I am no lover of this maid; but there is 
a sweet maid in the Castle 

MAY Q. So? There is a sweet maid in the Castle and am I 
so sour? 

RAL. Nay, I doubt not you are fair and sweet as you are 
sweetly fair a very English rose. There is no sweeter flower in 
all Cupid's garden. 



Dan Cupid hath a garden 

Where women are the flow'rs; 
And lovers' laughs and lovers' tears 

The sunshine and the show'rs. 
And oh, the sweetest blossom 

That in his garden grows, 
The fairest queen, it is, I ween, 

The perfect English rose ! 

Let others make a garland 

Of every flow'r that blows, 
But I will wait till I may pluck 

My dainty English rose ! 
In perfume, grace, and beauty 

The rose doth stand apart 
God grant that I, before I die, 

May wear one on my heart I 


WIL. Harkee, sirrah I Do you sing the praises of this maid ? 
Or do you prefer another maid above this maid ? 
EAL. Why? 

WIL. Why I am her Kobin Hood. And if you prefer this 
maid to another, I beat you on my own account for your offence. 
But if you prefer another maid to this maid, I beat you on her 
account for her defence. Which you will, so we fight. 

EAL. Give me a quarter-staff! 

WIL. Nay! I spoke but to prove your courage! I like a 
man who'll take a broken head for the sake of his lady. You are 
welcome to your own opinion 1 will not take it from you. 

EAL. Thanks, friend! 

Enter TOM. 

TOM. Hearken to me! I love the maid they call Jill-all-alone, 
I say she is no witch, and I would have had her chosen Queen of 
the May for Windsor. 

" MAY Q. (to WILKINS.) You heard that? 

WIL. No. I am a thought deaf in the right ear. 

TOM. I love Jill-all-alone. She is no witch, and I would she 
had been chosen Queen of the May for Windsor. 

MAY Q. Will you let him say that? 

WIL. He has said it, and that can't be helped. But I 
assuredly shall not let him say it again. 

TOM. I love Jill-all-alone. I would she had been chosen 
Queen of the May for Windsor. 

MAY Q. He hath said it again. 

WIL. He hath. 

EAL. A direct challenge, friend. 

WIL. Yes; I must beat him. (Preparing to fight, then hesi- 
tating.) Stay ! This Jill-all-alone is a witch, therefore he is 
bewitched. Therefore it is not his fault, and a man must not be 
punished for what is not a fault. Therefore go your ways, and 
take a treacle posset; I'll not harm thee. 


TOM. Do you forget we are to play the first meeting of Robin 
Hood and Little John where they fight; and I play Little John, 
who thrashes Robin Hood? 

WIL. I did not remember at the moment that you played 
Little John. 

RAL. (to WILKINS.) Let me play your part ! 

WIL. You? Why, sir, why? Can you give me any reason 
that you should? (Aside.} Try to think, sir, and I'll owe you 
a new crown for the cracked one you'll get. (Aloud.) Is there 
any reason why I should give up my place to you? 

RAL. Only this I am Sir Walter Raleigh. 
ALL. Sir Walter ! 

RAL. And I would take any part which will take me into the 
Castle to take the part of my lady, who is in sore distress. 

WIL. Say no more, sir, say no more ! There's reason enough. 
The part is yours. You shall play Robin Hood and be thrashed 
by Little John, while I play the Friar. 

SIM. And what of me? 

WIL. You shall content yourself with the hind legs of the 
Dragon. But now for Robin Hood and Little John, and to see 
what shape we make. 

WIL. Two merry men a-drinking, a-drinkingl 

RAL. Before the moon was sinking, a-sinking ! 

TOM. A Stranger he did pass that way, 

And he did listen to their lay 

ALL. All on a summer's night ! 

RAL. Who dares to drink 

Or fight with me? 
I'll not shrink 
Whoever he be! 
I'll crack his crown 
Or drink him down 

Before the grey of morning! 

WIL. As Robin lay a-thinking, a-thinking 

RAL. And Tuck did sit a-drinking, a-drinking 

TOM. The Stranger he did stoutly say, 

This is a game that two can play 

ALL. All on a summer's night I 


WIL. Then Tuck he stood a-blinking, a-blinking, 

At Robin Hood a-winking, a-winking, 
And Tuck did to the Stranger say, 
" To Robin Hood there's toll to pay," 

ALL. All on a summer's night 1 

(The Fight.) 

RAL. Poor Robin lay a-thinking, a-thinking 

WIL. And Tuck he sat a-blinking, a-blinking 

TOM. And Little John did sing this lay, 

For he it was who won the day 
ALL. All on a summer's night! 

TOM. Who dares to drink 

Or fight with me? 
I'll not shrink, 
Whoever he be. 

I'll crack his crown 
Or drink him down 

Before the grey of morning. 

ALI Then all did sit a-drinking, a-drinking, 

Until the moon was sinking, a-sinking, 
For Little John did with them stay, 
So all did sing this roundelay 
On many a summer's night ! 

Who dares to drink, &c. 

WIL. (to RALEIGH.) Well, sir, you shall play the part, and as 
for me, I'll content myself with the two characters of St. George 
and the King of Egypt which I play in my Masque. Now to the 
Castle, unless we meet the Queen by the way, when she may 
insist upon my Masque immediately. 

ALL. To the Castle ! 

RAL. To my lady ! (Exeunt all to 

Enter JILL, followed by BESSIE, from H erne's Oak. 
JILL. Wait here, lady. I'll run and bring your lover. 

BESS. I am afraid I I thought I heard footsteps in the 
passage, following. 

JILL. 'The echo. I'll bring your lover he'll kiss your colour 
back, I warrant. 

BESS. Thou art a kind girl! 

JILL. Nay! But we are two of a kind. For we both carry 
our lives in our hands, and love in our hearts. 
BESS. A double burden. 


JILL. Aye I But what's one without the other? I have 
heard it said 

" Life's a chime, and Love the ringer; 
Life's a lute, and Love the singer; 
Though he choose a song of sadness, 

'Tis a song to heed." 
Anon, lady 1 I'll run I 


BESS. Aye! 'Tis a song to heed! 


Who shall say that Love is cruel? 
I do guard it as a jewel, 
Counting it the single flower 

In a world of weed ! 
What if Love do bring me sorrow? 
Love to-day and die to-morrow 
Loveless life is lifeless living 

That were death indeed 1 
Life is sweet, but Love is sweeter; 
Life is prose but Love a metre, 
Throbbing with the pulse of music 
All that lovers need. 

Life's a chime, and Love the ringer; 
Life's a lute, and Love the singer; 
Though he choose a song of sadness, 
'Tis a song to heed. 

Loveless life is lifeless living, 
Only Love hath power of giving 
Unto life its breath and beauty-- 
Love is all divine. 

Life's the canvas nought is duller, 
Till it gloweth gay with colour, 

'Neath the hand of Love the painter, 
Master of Design ! 

Life's the parchment but the sonnot 
Only Love can' write upon it. 
Life is but an empty goblet, 
Love's the rosy wine. 

Life's a chime, and Love the ringer: 
Life's a lute, and Love the singer ; 

Though he sing a song of sadness. 

I will not repine. 


Enter JILL, followed by RALEIGH. 

JILL (to BESS.) Mistress, look up I It is your lover 
KAL. Love has followed me 
BESS. Beneath the greenwood tree! 

Enter ESSEX from H erne' 8 Oak. 
ESSEX. And so have 1 1 
KAL. You ! 

BESS. You followed me 

ESSEX. Being free, and you a prisoner, I took that liberty. 
BAL. (clapping his hand to his hip.) I have no sword! I'd 
give my right hand for a sword. 

ESSEX. A bargain ! Take mine, and I take your hand ! For 
we are friends by circumstance. 

BESS. I do not understand. 
RAL. Nor II 

ESSEX. You understand the game of chess I have often seen 
you play with the Queen. (To BESSIE.) Do not sigh, that is 
over; and it is I who am playing now 

RAL. A crooked game? 

ESSEX. A knight's move. And the stake is a golden crown. 
Now, watch the board. I have a mind to take -the queen she is 
guarded by another knight you! But a pawn may take a 
knight a pretty pawn in petticoats. And if you be taken, I 
may take the queen The pawn moves, is then stopped by a 
castle, then breaks out, and the knight is taken; he is off the 
board, and out of my way. I take the queen, a bishop comes 
up,- and mate ! I've won a crown. 

RAL. In other words 

ESSEX. In plain words, I would have you married to any one 
but the Queen. I followed this lady's escape with interest; and 
if you will follow my advice, I'll wager a crown on two things 
that you marry the sweetest maid in England and I marry 

RAL. Then we are friends by circumstance. What would 
you have us do? 

ESSEX. Watch me I meet the Queen here anon. Leave pro- 
jects to me, and me to this project that a crown weighs more 
than Cupid, nowadays. 

BESS. Not always. There are still love matches in the world. 

ESSEX. They're matches that will never set the Thames a-fire 
Love's no longer a baby; he has grown up and turned shopkeeper 



When Cupid first this old world trod, 
He was, you know, a baby god ; 
And old Dame Nature nursed the lad, 
But let him run about unclad. 
One day my Lady Fashion came, 
And blushed beneath her rouge with shame 
To see the pretty innocent 
Unclothed, in Gipsy Nature's tent. 

And, heedless of Dame Nature's curse, 
She took him from his gipsy nurse, 
And set him in her chariot, 
Determined to improve his lot. 

Beneath my Lady Fashion's rule, 
Poor Cupid then was sent to school, 
And learned the laws of common-sense, 
And how to value pounds and pence. 
She dressed him up from toe to top, 
And put him in a London shop, 
Where Cupid, at the counter, sells 
New tunes for modern marriage bells. 

For Love no longer baits his hooks 

With gentle sighs and tender looks, 

But nowadays poor lovers get 

Entangled by a million (nett!). 

So Cupid seldom comes to us 

In pirns naturalibus,, 

For such extremely simple guise 

Would shock the modern worldly wise. 

Yet even now sometimes, they say, 

He takes a little holiday ; 

And every now and then returns 

Where old Dame Nature waits, and yearns! 

For Love's a gipsy still at heart, 

Though fashion makes him look so smart; 

And I, for one, would not complain 

Were he a naked child again ! 

[Exeunt BESSIE and EALEIOH. 

JILL. Sir, you have learnt the secret way by which to escape 
from the Castle. You will tell no one not even the Queen? 

ESSEX. As I mean to be her husband, I swear it I Now listen, 
a Eoland for an Oliver; do you .help me in a plan to work upon 


the Queen's tears tor her benefit and theirs and thine own. 
Let thy long lover don the deer-skin dress which hangs in the 
passage if he would save thy life and we'll prick the Queen's 
conscience to pity, with an apparition of Herne the Hunter! 
Sound the hunting horn twice or thrice, and hush ! 

JILL. I'll see to it! [Exit to oak. 


WJL. Pray, sir, does the Queen come this way? 

ESSEX. What matter is it of yours? 

WIL. The small matter of the matter of a Masque of St. 
George and the Dragon, which I have prepared for the Queen's 
pleasure, if it please her, and fall in with her plans 

ESSEX. It may fall in with mine. I'll see she sees it. Is it 
a good Masque? 

WIL. Sir, Shakespeare never wrote anything quite like it. 

ESSEX. Good ! 

WIL. Very good, sir ! 

Enter JILL. 

ESSEX (to JILL.) Come with me, and lend me your aid, and 
you (to WILKINS) see that you arrange this with the players. 
(He whispers.) 

WIL. (his expression changes.) And you say that if we play 
such a prank upon the Queen we shall be playing for the Queen's 

ESSEX. Yes. 

WIL. I'd rather the Queen played for mine. But I'll see to 

ESSEX (to JILL.) Come! (To WILKINS.) Anon! 

WIL. Anon, sir, anon! 

Enter BEN and SIMKINS. 

SIM. Concerning the Dragon which we play 

WIL. You understand the purport of the Masque. The King 
of Egypt hath a daughter who is to be sacrificed to the Dragon. 
BEN. And I play the legs of the Dragon. 

WIL. The forelegs. And you (to SIMKINS) the hind part. 
So! (Putting them in position). 

SIM. Why should I suffer myself to play the tail to his head ? 

WIL. To save thyself suffering. The front part is the part I 
beat in the fight. 

BEN. Why should I play the part you beat? 

WIL. Why, man, 'tis the better part the head part the 
thinking part -the part of intellect. 


BEN. Doth a Dragon think with his intellect? 
WIL. More than with his tail. Now, the Dragon comes after 
the Princess to devour her. 

SIM. And do you come after the Dragon? 

WIL. No. I come first, and challenge Dragons, all and 
sundry. And then this Dragon comes forth. 

SIM. And do other Dragons come second and third? 

WIL, There are no other Dragons. 

BEN. And what am 1? 

WIL. The forelegs of the Dragon. 

SIM. How many legs hath a Dragon? 

WIL. A Dragon hath four legs, the same as any other 

BEN. Then I am all its legs? 

WIL. No, no ! 'Tis clear enough ! It hath four legs, and two 
legs are forelegs, so with its hind legs it is four-legged; and it 
comes forth before me after I come, as I have come after it, being 
forewarned, and therefore forearmed. 

SIM. Then it is four-armed as well as four-legged? 

WIL. It is I who am forearmed. It hath no arm& but its 

BEN. Where does such a beast really live? 

WIL. Such a beast does not really live at all. 

SIM. Then how can it be slain? 

WIL. Have you no imagination? 

SIM. I cannot picture this foolish beast at all, that comes 
forth on four legs which are two legs, to be slain when it is not 
really alive. 

WIL. Such things live in the world of imagination. 

BEN. Where in the world is that? 

WIL. Why, everywhere in the world. For no one could 
imagine the world without imagination. 

This sang is usually SONG. 

omitted WiLfciNS. 

Perhaps you don't imagine how important nowaday 
Is the part (outside a theatre) imagination plays ; 
For our life is like a playhouse, where the livers wouldn't act, 
If our facts were never fancy, and our fancies always fact! 
From the Laureate, who fancies that in any grassy prose 
(Which is turned out in a metre) a poetic fancy glows, 
To the Youth of one-and-twenty, who imagines when he dines 
That he doesn't fancy any but the most expensive wines! 


He will take a glass of sherry. 

And imagine it is nice 
(Though it's only elderberry), 

If he pay a fancy price. 

(But the elderberry, nowadays, is going out of use, 
And the younger current fancy is the berry of the goose !) 

There's the Boy who fancies smoking is a pleasure so profound 
That he'll very soon imagine that it makes the world go 

round ; 

And the Law-Case, where you fancy there is money to be got, 
But the Law is such a lottery and Lawyers draw the lot ! 
The imaginary Invalid, who fancies she is ill, 
After reading the advertisement of some one's patent pill, 
Will hurry to her doctor, whom she counts a " perfect dear " 
(For his practice makes him perfect, and I don't know what 

a year). 
For the doctor is in luck, and 

Heavy fees will never lack, 
Whom the ladies call " a duck " (nnd 

Other doctors call a quack). 

And the honour of the medical profession, as you'll see, 
With imaginative patients is a matter of degree I 
To those about to marry, don't imagine you are doves 
Who can bill and coo for ever and be happy with your loves. 
Imagine you can bill and coo for ever if you will, 
But don't imagine turtle doves can coo without a bill; 
Don't imagine that a cottage loaf .is ever fancy bread, 
And don't imagine everything is butte* that is spread; 
Don't imagine, if your grocer i? particularly bland, 
That you need not take your sugar with a grain or two of 

And if the kitchen boiler 

Should induce you to employ 
That contemplative toiler, 

A plumber with his boy, 
When at last he takes his coat off, don't imagine he will 

That's the moment he'll imagine that his dinner hour has 

come! [Exit with SIMKINS and BEN. 

Enter JILL with TOM. She gives him the deer-skin. Enter 

the Pages. 

JILL. You'll do this? 

TOM. For thy sake. [Exit. 

FIRST PAGE. Come here, girl ! I understand not this plot of 
Essex very clearly. 


JILL. Why, lis clearer than the Queen's coDscience which 
it is planned to clear. It is to prevent her vengeance pursuing 
Bessie Throckmorton, so that Bessie may marry Raleigh. So 
Raleigh will be out of the way of Essex in the Queen's favour 
when he is married, which some call marred. 


JILL. Well, to this end, find for the purpose of startling the 
Queen, the big Forester will appear to her anon in the guise of 
Elerne the Hunter, and all of you here will pretend you see him 
not. So the Queen will think he appears to her alone, for a 
warning if you tell your falsehoods fearlessly. Essex has 
arranged it with the common folk. 

FIRST PAGE. The jest likes me well ! 

SECOND PAGE. Oddsfish ! I like it not. I like not the thought 
of frightening a woman, be she Queen or common. 

FIRST PAGE. Thou art frightened thyself! 

SECOND PAGE. Nay. But it lies against my conscience to lie 
against my conscience, and I'll not lie to the Queen, who is my 
conscience. I'll have none of it. 

PAGE. Then go and pay thy taxes ! 


ESSEX. I pray you rest here, madam, a little, by Herne's Oak 

ELIZA. 'Twill soon be dusk. 

ESSEX. Yes, madam. But there is nothing to fear from 
Herne. He only appears, they say, when the Sovereign con- 

ELIZA. What? 

ESSEX. A crime, madam 1 


ESSEX. Which is the same as if they said not at all. For the 
Queen can do no wrong. 

WIL. God save the Queen. 

ELIZA. What's this? 

Enter others. 

ESSEX. 'Tis a Masque, madam, which they have prepared for 
your pleasure. I pray you listen to it if 

ELIZA. It may distract me. We will listen to it but see 
that it is short. I'll not stay here till the sun set. What char- 
acter do you play, knave? 

WIL. Apart from the Prologue, I play two characters, madam 
First, the King of Egypt, whose daughter is to be sacrificed to the 
Dragon, and then St. George himself, who rescues the lady. 

ESSEX. Proceed with the action of the play. 


(Those impersonating the Seven Champions commence 1 to sing) 

We arc Seven Champions of Christendom." 
ESSEX (stopping them.) Omit the Prologue. 
(WILKINS puts up a sign on which is written "This is a Palace.") 

WIL. I am the King of Egypt yet I frown ! 

My heart, once light as a feather, now is down ! 

ESSEX. Stay ! The Queen cares not for the humour which is 
mere juggling with words, such as " My heart, once light as a 
feather, now is down." There is a play on the words "down" 
and " feather," and if a play hang only on a play of words, the 
play may go hang for a play of words only. See to it ! 

WIL. Sir, I am no servile imitator of Shakespeare, but he 
hath his good points, and he hath sometimes made a point with 
a play of words. 

ELIZA. Shakespeare is a writer / am a critic ! 

WIL. God save the Queen! 

ESSEX. Proceed with the action. 

(WILKINS changes scene to " Another Part of the Palace."} 

WIL. Enter several female attendants, singing and dancing. 

ELIZA. Why are the attendants dancing? 

WIL. Because, madam, they are dancing attendance on the 

Enter Dancing Girls. 

( WILKINS changes scene to " A Garden with Fountains.") 

WIL. O happy maids, why do ye dance and sing? 

MAR. Because it is our nature to, O King! 

WIL. Nature! I gaze around, and it appears 

All nature smiles, while I alone shed tears ! 
O cruel Nature, mother of us all, 
Yet of all mothers most unnatural 1 
To-day at dawn the joyful sun did rise 

ELIZA. 'Tis the way of the world and it will soon set! 

ESSEX. Of your good nature leave the ill-nature of nature, and 
proceed with the action. The Queen is impatient. 

WIL. (after changing scene to " A Rocky Desert ".) 

Ye do not know what duty brings me here? 
It is to sacrifice my daughter dear 
Unto the Dragon, which, 'tis understood, 
Lies lurking near us! She must be his food. 

MAR. Why must you sacrifice our fair Princess 

Unto the Dragon ? 


WIL. Shall I tell you? 

MAR. Yes! 

ELIZA. No! It is enough that the Princess consents to be 
sacrificed. Doubtless she has good reason. 

WIL. Her reason hath left her, for dread of the Dragon. 

ESSEX. Well, well, let her enter without her reason, so she 
enters quickly. 

WIL. " Enter the Princess Sabra with no reason. Music." 
The PRINCESS enters, impersonated by the May Queen. 

PRINCESS. Oh, father, father, father, father dost 
Thou say that I must die to-day? 

WIL. I dust 

ESSEX. Nay, " I do! " " I do! " Though you be King of 
Egypt, yet speak the Queen 'B English. 

WIL. " Dust " is the right word, my lord. 
ELIZA. Argue not, but say " I do! " 

PRIN. Oh, father, father, father, father dost 

Thou say that I must die to-day ? 

WIL. I do 

My hetid, and answer 

ESSEX. What is it you do to your head? 

WIL. I put dust upon it, sir as a sign of sorrow. 'Tis an 
Oriental custom. 

ELIZA. Then suit the action to the words, and the words to 
the action. 

Oh, father, father, father, father dost 
Thou say that I must die to-day ? 

WIL. I dust 

My head, and answer, " Yes, my child, thou must I " 


PRIN. Oh, here's a to-do to die to-day 

At a minute or two to two, 

A thing distinctly hard to say, 

But a harder thing to do. 


For they'll beat a tattoo at two to two, 
A rat-a-tattoo at two Boohoo! 

And the Dragon will come 

When it hears the drum 
At a minute or two to two to-day, 

At a minute or two to two ! 

WIL. Why hullabaloo? You die to-day 

At a minute or two to two, 
A thing distinctly hard to say 
But an easy thing to do ! 
For they'll beat a tattoo at two to two, 
A rat-a-tat-tat tattoo for you! 
And the Dragon will come 
When he hears the drum; 
There's nothing for you to do but stay, 
And the Dragon will do for you ! 

ELIZA. Stop I Enough! (To ESSEX.) Do you hear that? 

(.4 hunting horn is heard.) 
ESSEX. I hear nothing. 

ELIZA. A hunting horn faint and ghostly ! Look ! 

(She points to back, where TOM rises from the bracken, 
dressed as Herne the Hunter, against the red of the sunset.) 

(Toothers.) Do you? 


ESSEX. I see nothing! 
BEN. No! 


WIL. Nor I! (Giving broad wink at ESSEX.) But if it were 
Herne the Hunter himself 

ELIZA. Peace, I say! (To ESSEX.) You see nothing there? 
ESSEX. Nothing but a gnarled tree against the sun. 

ELIZA. Then the sun has blinded me. I see red all red. 
Give me your hand, Essex. 

ESSEX. With all my heart. (Aside.) 'Tis what we played for. 

(As ESSEX t* leading off ELIZABETH the Fool, disguised at 

Apothecary, enters and approaches.) 
FOOL. The drug, madam ! 
ELIZA. I have changed my mind. 

(Alarm bell heard in distance. A Messenger enters 


MES. The prisoners have escaped, madam Mistress Throck- 
morton and the witch girl. 

ELIZA. Let them go ! They are pardoned 1 
God save the Queen i 

The witch I 

(JiLL runs off.) 

ALL. The witch! She's a witch I 

ESSEX. The Queen has pronounced her innocent. She i 
pardoned once for all, like the other. Who'll go back on the 
Queen's word? [Exit with ELIZABETH. 

(JiLL brings on BESSIE and RALEIGH.) 

JILL. Come you are safe. 

BESS. Safe? 

RAL. They are ringing the alarm. 

BESS. 'Tis our death bell ! 

WIL. Nay, nay your wedding bell. The Queen has 
pardoned you, as I planned as / planned 1 Take your Maid 
Marion, sir, and we'll play a Robin Hood's Wedding, in which I'll 
play King Richard the Lionheart. What say you ? 

RAL. With all my heart 1 

ALL. Ayel A Eobin Hood's Wedding 1 


RAL. Who'll come, said Robin Hood, 

Who'll come to my wedding? 

JILL. All those who love 

The blue sky above, 
And the green grass to lie upon 
'Tis better than bedding ! 

ALL. All such are welcome 

At Robin Hood's wedding. 

RAL. Who'll tie the lovers' knot 

At Robin Hood's wedding? 

SIM I, said the Friar, 

And I'll lead the choir, 
Quoth Friar Tuck to Robin Hood, 
At Robin Hood's wedding. 

RAL. Who'll be the groom, his man, 

At Robin Hood's wedding? 



TOM I, said Big John. 

My Lincoln I'll don, 
Quoth Little John to Robin Hood, 
At Bobin Hood's wedding. 

BAL. Who'll give the bride away 

At Bobin Hood's wedding? 

WIL. I, said the King, 

My Queen too I bring, 
Quoth Bichard unto Bobin Hood 4 
At Bobin Hood's wedding. 

BAL. Who'll dance with Bobin Hood 

At Bobin Hood's wedding? 

BESSIE. I, said his bride, 

I'll dance by thy side, 

Quoth Marion to Bobin Hood, 

At Bobin Hood's wedding. 

ALL. Then God save the King ! 

And God save the Queen I 
And let us all sing 

And dance on the green 
In memory of Bobin Hood, 
In memory of Marion, 
And all ihe merry men and maids 
Who danced at their wedding. 

With a hey, jolly Bobin, &o. 

(A dance. QUEEN ELIZABETH and ESSEX enter on high 
ground at back, led on by the Fool. He points out to 
the QUEEN the group of " Robin Hood's Wedding," 
similar to that formed by the Morris Dancers in Act /., in 
.which RALEIGH and BESSIE are now the central figures.) 


Presented to the 
Faculty of Music Library 

Elizabeth Templeton 





Suitable for Amateur Performance 




Edward German 


Edward German 


Edward German 


Sullivan and German 


Montague F. Phillips 


G. H. Clutsam 


Charles Jessop 


Alfred Cellier 


Johann Strauss 


Robert Stolz 


Sigmund Romberg 


Rudolf Friml 


Youmans and Stothart 


Franz Lthar 


Vivian Ellis 


Cole Porter 


Howard Talbot 

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